“There are some things in life we know to be true, beyond logic or reason, science or faith. Irresistible truths, they're called, the things we seem to instinctively grasp, as if the knowledge were imprinted deep in our DNA, written… — Melody Grace Copy Share Image
“With the outside world damp and grey, she had the perfect excuse to hide herself away at the cottage again—except this time, instead of staring at her blank screen with a sense of looming dread, she was writing. All day long. This was when she loved her work: when a story finally took flight, and she was so caught up… — Melody Grace Copy Share
“This, fuck, this right here. This is what drives men to madness; fells empires and starts epic wars.” — Melody Grace Copy Share Image
“Mom always told me there are two kinds of love in this world: the steady breeze, and the hurricane.” — Melody Grace Copy Share Image
“My mom always said, there are two kinds of love in this world: the steady breeze, and the hurricane. The steady breeze is slow… — Melody Grace Copy Share Image
“Dance with me, Annalise," Raphael whispers. "Dance with me, and see what it feels like to dance without rules, without boundaries. From the soul.” — Melody Grace Copy Share Image
“Emerson lifts his head. His eyes are two dark pools of desire, a clouded night’s sky. He catches his breath a moment, unsteady, and… — Melody Grace Copy Share Image
“This isn't just a fascination, an idle crush, no, this is something deeper, a desire that snakes through my veins, hot and hungry.” — Melody Grace Copy Share Image
“Is this what people feel all the time? I marvel at the idea. How am I supposed to function, to focus, now that I… — Melody Grace Copy Share Image
“This summer just got a whole hell of a lot more interesting. "Welcome to Cedar Cove.” — Melody Grace Copy Share Image
“You’re mine,” he says again fiercely. “Not his, not anyone else’s. You can try and pretend you don’t feel it, but you do. You’ll… — Melody Grace Copy Share Image
“Looking back, I wonder if mom saw it in my eyes: the storm clouds gathering, the dry crackle of electricity in the air. But… — Melody Grace Copy Share Image
